The Interview
By Lord Atomic
Thursdays are my favorite, not sure why either way still my favorite. I had made an appointment too interview a couple that operates an adult B&B. The publication I am freelancing this article for, has booked me a week's stay. Leaving my humble flat in Syracuse, Ny. I begin my long drive to the Amish country of Indiana, somewhere along the Ohio Indiana border.
Driving by myself can be monotonous, I find I drift off into deep thought. Too keep me preoccupied I loaded up my tablet with information on my destination so I can listen to while driving. Making my first stop along the Ohio turnpike I plugged my tablet into my car. "Select pod cast Adult B&B's" The tablet does a lengthy search before settling upon a site. "Welkom weary travelers to your dream vacation." The pod cast goes on for an hour describing how much your visit will be an experience of a life time. After traveling for hours I finally make it to the last exit of the Ohio turnpike in the middle of no man's land.
Exiting I stop and get fuel, while at the pumps I notice an older couple filling up their Mercedes SUV. Both appear to be well off financially, they are well dressed and quite attractive for being in their 60's. I watch as they drive off to the west, I soon follow after getting a bite to eat. It's late before I finally come to my final destination, the little village is more of a ghost town now. Trains that once stopped with their passengers and precious cargo or to pick up grain from the local silo, no longer do. An old state route had gone through, but it too had been decommissioned way back in the 1980's. The town's population had peaked but now only a very few still live there. Abandoned store fronts line two blocks of town with only one still occupied by a biker bar.
Mmmmmmmmmm hot men in leather on horses of steal I thought to myself and giggle. Oops my pussy got wet damn quick, lol for a middle aged woman I am surprised. After making a turn in the middle of town I drive a few more blocks on Main Street till I reach the edge of town. Here the Farm fields begin and continue on for a far as the eye can see, also here is the location I've been dispatched to. A brick bordered sign greets me as I pull into a half circle drive, The School house B&B. I had expected a large painted Victorian home, what greeted me was a moderate sized four story brick school building. Old clay bricks I imagine, formed from the very ground this building sits upon. Tall windows gaze out from all sides of the building, a large set of well-worn cut limestone steps lead up to the large wooden double doors all painted black. Wrought iron waist high fencing surround the front of the schools yard running along the old slate sidewalk with openings for the driveway entrances and exits. The circle drive is still the old style brick pavers along with the drive which ran along the far side of the school adjacent to the property line and field of corn.
I notice the Mercedes from the gas station also appear to be staying here as well. After grabbing my tablet from the front seat and my leather shoulder bag, I open the hatch to my car and grab my suitcase.
The stairs leading up to the entrance is well worn from the many years of youngling's feet climbing them. Moss has taken root in various joints, small little white flowers sprout from this clumps ever so delicately. A solitary cut limestone with the engraved date 1908 greets you at the top of the stairs implanted in the wall adjacent to the doors. I turn to take view of the front of the schools yard and adjacent neighborhood. Homes once occupied sit in disrepair weathered brownish gray. The yard is well kept and clean, a horse and buggy slowly pass by. I give a wave as they try not to look towards me. Somehow I feel the local Amish don't care for this establishment. I can smell the scent from the lilacs planted long ago adjacent to the step. Since it is getting late I had better check in. I turn and grasp the heavy brass door handle and try to open, but this is to no avail. I then notice a posted sign
"Greetings, for the privacy and comfort of our other guests please pull the leather cord next to where you stand. A servant will be along to escort you in and retrieve your belongings."
"Hmmmmmm" I say "Well would you look at that" not sure how I missed it but on my left was a braided leather cord with a large bronze ring at its bottom, the cord was a half inch in diameter and entered through a hole in the overhangs ceiling, by chance I noticed that there is a security camera mounted above. Being the ever suspicious woman I then begin to now notice this building and grounds is covered by security cameras and sensors, even the driveway and walk way entrances have security eyes monitoring them. "Interesting" I pull the cord and can hear bells like on a sleigh time jingle somewhere inside.
Moments later, I can hear the clicking of small heels on what sounds like marble flooring. Multiple clicks and a sound of a large slide bolt are heard just before the large heavy oak door is opened. Standing in front of me is a young woman dressed in a maid's uniform, with high heels and fishnet stockings. Her breasts look like they were about explode from the top of her uniform. Her hair was a light brown.
"Greetings Ms. Sylvia, won't you please come in." She says.
I try to hold back a smirk, because I think her outfit looks cheesy. That is until I look closer and see that her attire is fully functional and not something you'd order from Amazon. A shitty costume made in China by forced labor, nope this was the real deal and so were her shoes they were real leather crafted in Italy. Since I am a shoe whore I know these things. She beckons me in,
"My name is Yvonne I am the first floor chamber attendant, and I will be checking you in before taking to the Masters of the house."
"Alfonse here will retrieve your luggage and take it to your room. Is there anything you would like laid out for you this evening Ms. Sylvia?" Yvonne asks.
I turn towards where she indicated Alfonse was whom I did not even notice when I entered. A well-defined man in tall black leather boots, wearing skimpy leather shorts and a tight leather vest with a full leather hood over his head stood there. His mouth was covered as was his nose, I can see holes for him to breath. Only opening in the hood I could see was his eyes, where the mouth opening would be was a zipper. It appeared to be locked closed, as what appeared to be a heavy leather collar around his mmmmmm muscular neck. The hood was also locked on to his head.
"Ahmmmm Ms. Sylvia if you will please follow me, I will take you to reception and check you in."
